That finally gave her his attention. If she started like that, then he should better give her his full attention, otherwise he would pay for it. She only had used that tone a few times and he knew he should not tempt fate. So reluctantly turning off the TV, he waited until she would sit down beside him on the couch. The silent communication did work.
"How important are we talking about?" he asked.
"Very important." Veronica knew she had to start somewhere. "You know how I didn't feel so well for some time now?"
Thomas did remember too well. Veronica had felt under the weather for some time now, and three days ago, had vomited rather heavily as well. That finally had convinced her to get herself checked through, just in case it was something serious. Now hearing her talk like that alarmed him.
"Is... is something wrong with you?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice.
"No!" she said quickly to stop him from worrying. "No, nothing is wrong with me. In fact, something is actually very right." Taking her husband's hand, she put it onto her belly. "In fact, it was wonderful news. I am pregnant."
Thomas needed a moment to really register what she was saying, as overwhelmed as he was.
Sure, they had been trying for a child for some time now, but hearing the news still came a bit out of nowhere for him. "Oh... oh, really? No false alarm?"
"When I let myself checked through, they had a good guess what it could be, and they got the test results today, while you were at work. There is no doubt about it. We are going to become parents... well, again," Veronica confirmed it.
"This... I..." Suddenly Thomas grabbed her and fell back, causing him to lie on the couch and Veronica landing on him.
"Thomas! Please no... mhhh-mhhhh." Her protest was silenced by a kiss and now she realized this actually was really nice. When he released her lips, she couldn't help but giggle. "You know, this is quite a comfortable position..."
"These are wonderful news!" it finally came out of Thomas. "It will be sheer torture to wait all these months."
"Well, easy for you to say," Veronica reminded him. "After all, it's not you whose belly will look like an inflated balloon, not you who will get morning sickness and suffer from back pains and sore feet." She then brightened up. "But it will be all worth it."
"Just let me hold you for a bit..."
They didn't know how long they were like this, simply enjoying the closeness and the warm feeling that new life was growing deep within Veronica's belly. There were things that words simply couldn't express. Shifting a bit, Thomas now was behind his wife, his hands resting on her belly. This probably would have lasted for a long time, if not for...
"Ahhhh!" -pang-
Hearing Harry scream in fear, followed by something popping, both of them quickly ran upstairs. Thankfully, nothing seemed wrong, apart from Harry sitting in his bed, looking quite upset.
"Bad dream... bad dream!" Harry cried.
It took them quite some time to calm the young boy down, and even longer for him to tell as best as it was possible for a four-year old what his nightmare had been about. Both of them were disturbed by his nightmare. Most of it was just a bright green light, which for some reason scared Harry to no end. Worse was the cruel laughter of a man behind the green light.
By then they had a pretty good idea what this could be about, but would have to ask their magical friends for confirmation. If it was that, then the murderer left behind a pretty cruel parting gift. They by then also saw the source of the popping sound. Harry's nightlight had shattered - most likely due a burst of accidental magic Harry let lose in his terror.
After Harry had finally fallen asleep again, they quietly left the room.
Thomas looked quite grim. "Well, this destroyed the good mood..."
Veronica on the other hand firmed her expression. "No, don't let this maniac destroy our happiness from beyond the grave! I will not let him sour the wonderful news of our child growing in me."
Holding each other close, they both vowed to not let Voldemort have even a small victory post-mortem.
...Little Whinging police station, March 1st 1985...
Had someone told me while I was at Hogwarts what I would do as a future job , I would have laughed at the supposed joke, Sirius thought while buttoning up his uniform jacket.
Changing into his uniform in the changing rooms of Little Whinging's police station, Sirius still was kind of amazed that he had gotten to this point, his first day as Constable Black of Little Whinging. He knew that everyone else would throw him a little party at the evening to celebrate his success. Maybe it was even more astounding that his request for his placement after his probation period actually got honored, though he had the strange feeling he for some reason had gotten extra leeway.
The way to this point had been hard enough.
It was his luck that the government rolled out a big police reform just when he had finished his extensive training - which honestly had been much easier than the self-inflicted nightmare of getting the needed education. That had had the negative effect of lengthening his probation period - during which he was sent to various police districts - for quite a bit. Not that he was the only one grumbling, the old-fashioned coppers all disliked the trouble the reform was causing.
However, even though this put additional rocks into his path, he'd made it and now was a constable of the Little Whinging police force - which in itself was not that big, considering it was a rather sleepy suburb of London with only few crimes being reported.
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